A real lady has duties..

[Vincet Romanov]

Vincet may have possessed an iron clad determination and will, but in the end, he was still a man and as such, he had a weakness, that weakness in this case, just happened to be the fair face before him. Natalie was, in his mind, the perfect match and while this whole arranged marriage was being fought tooth and nail, he still enjoyed the thought of being married to her somewhat. It was just the whole idea of Natalie being forced to marry him instead of deciding to for herself. Natalie was a strong willed young woman and that was one of the things Vincet admired in her, for you see, if he wanted some mindless giggling cheerleader who jumped every time he snapped his fingers, then all he had to do was just snap his fingers and any girl in Slytherin would be at his feet. No, Vincet wanted someone who could compliment him perfectly and while Natalie was that, she still had to make that decision herself....Call it a matter of pride and ego.

Clearing his throat, Vincet thought about pulling away from Natalie, but it seemed his body had different plans for the situation. Instead of backing away, Vincet moved his hand across Natalie's thigh, holding her leg were it was against his. Her body against his and her very sure and authoritative tone only added to his desire of her for the moment. No matter how much he despised the reason for her actions, he still couldn't ignore them either. Natalie was hell bent on having him and while that was a very easy thing to arrange at the moment, he couldn't help but wonder if that was the best course of action. Surely this spell or potion or whatever Natalie happened to be under was gone, then she was going to be mad as hell when she found out what she and he had been doing out here......then again......the hell with that thought. Vincet finally caved in....apparently it didn't take much to sweep mister Romanov off his feet, or at least not where it concerned the lovely Natalie Bane. His other hand found the side of her neck once again and this time instead of pushing her away, he drew her in closer to him, leaning in to seal this little moment with a kiss.

[Natalie Bane]

This time Natalie didn't have as many dark thoughts swimming around in that pretty little head of hers.. Or at least not the kind that was often used to devour a man.. No, luckily for Mr.Romanov the only thoughts that were floating about in her inventive mind were of him and the possibilities that could be reached through him...

His hand on her thigh only drove her even more, and she reacted by placing her hand on his and sliding it even further up her leg, moving it under the satin fabric of her dress. She felt on fire, and the oxygen was getting scarce now.. Ever passing second it seemed she concentrated more on survival and the only thing her mind could tune into needing was him. He leaned in to kiss her and she eagerly met him, surely more than half way. Her lips brushed his only for a second before she leaned fully into him, her teeth barely nipping at his bottom lip before delving so deep as to let her tongue slip past her lips and across his own.

She became so caught up in this small moment that she let go her hold of his hand and dropped the glass she had been hanging on to in the other. Both of them slid to his chest, enough pressure to feel of what lie just underneath his cloth prison.. Something she hoped to soon free. And that was pretty obvious by the way her fingers slipped between the fold in the fabric and she started toying with the buttons.. Of course her handiwork was hindered a little, mostly because her mind was focused on the big picture- only the 'decent' lady in her keeping her from pulling at his shirt with all her might.. No she didn't want to act like a savage.. Or did she? Right now that seemed to be the only way that she could find satisfaction.

She pulled away from Vincet's lips, catching her breath for only a few seconds and she leaned forward to kiss on his neck, her teeth threatening to do so much more as she applied little pressure to his tender skin, refraining.. why.. I guess she didn't want to hurt him at the moment. Besides.. what if she got just what she asked for and more? Would she like him to take complete physical control and repay her for her out of hand foreplay?

Her heavy breath stirred against his ear as she slowly moved her way up. She wasn't coherent enough to form a very good sentence.. or well.. there wasn't much in it except the basics. No need dressing it up with all sorts of empty vocabulary, was there? Her plea was soft and low, "Take what's yours.."

[Vincet Romanov]

Natalie wasn't going to take no for an answer, but then again, that wasn't really that unusual. Miss Bane was used to getting what she wanted when she wanted it, so why should this moment be any different, love potion or not. However, Vincet still knew that when tomorrow came, that Natalie might not be too thrilled with what she did, thus turning her anger toward him and that was something that Vincet definitely did not want to deal with at the moment. He already had enough on his plate and to be honest, he wasn't even sure that he could handle Natalie Bane even if he didn't have anything else distracting him. Too bad, his body didn't reach this same conclusion....

The aggressiveness that Natalie was showing only fueled Vincet to push further himself, every move he made a dangerous one, but moves he just seemed unable to resist making. Her hands were quite forceful as they moved across his shirt, playing with the buttons and doing their best to find exactly what lied beneath. Perhaps under a different set of circumstances, Vincet would have let all this play out, but right now, he had to stop this before it went any further and while he still could.

"Take what's yours.."

Okay, those words really didn't help and as tempting as it was, Vincet groaned a bit, knowing how much he wanted to follow that command. Of course, he knew Natalie would not have uttered those words and that unfortunate realization pushed the thought of her not really being herself, home. "That is the problem Natalie, I would take you.....only if you were acting yourself.....," he managed to mutter before finding himself kissing her again, an act he just couldn't seem to stop and by the looks of it, one that would only lead to more....passionate things.

[Natalie Bane]

Luckily for Natalie Vincet had a very weak protest. He seemed to be declining her advances.. all the while indulging in them. Either way it wasn't really slowing him down too much so she decided it wasn't really something to worry over. Strangely enough she wanted right now more than anything to know he wanted her, that he felt the same way for her as she did him.. She wanted to plague his thoughts until he had no peace.. Strange, did her feelings change that much? Believing to hate him or not wanting to effect someone so much meant that you cared how they felt and what they thought. And Natalie wasn't really your most emotional girl in the world so that did speak volumes..

And true she wasn't really herself, however even if she wasn't altered could she really say she didn't like the feel of his lips on her skin, against hers? Or the way his hand held onto her thigh, either his fingertips or her mind playing tricks on her that it was inching forward.

He said something, of a negative nature - something lost on Natalie. Besides it didn't seem like he was disagreeing with her too much because he started kissing her again. And during so she let her right hand find the back of his head, fingers slipping deep within his thick hair, urging him to continue. Her other hand slipped to her shoulder, finding the thin strap that was holding her dress up and in place, quickly pulling it off her shoulder and letting the front fall down to expose more of herself to him... And at this point she turned her face away from him, however still pulling at him to work his way downward. Was there really any need to say anything else? No... that gave him too much time to think and she didn't need him stalling and protesting. There was plenty enough time to talk later.. she had been waiting for this for years (so she thought) and with time coming up so soon.. why wait any longer?

[Vincet Romanov]

If Vincet had any sort of resistance to this whole affair, it was gone now. Sure he wasn't really happy with the way Natalie had been duped and with all good intent, he had planned on turning her advances down, but a pretty face a such a fair body struck hard at his biggest weakness. Pride and arrogance may have been Vincet's obvious weakness, but more than anything, the fair face of a femme fatale such as Natalie was by far the biggest chink in his armor.

Natalie may have been rather pure when it came to this sort of thing which was about to happen, but that didn't mean she was totally naive in the area. Miss Bane was a young woman of the world and the way she moved against Vincet and directed him showed she had learned long ago how to use her skills and more pleasurable attributes. Vincet wasn't a puppet to anyone, at least if he could help it he wasn't, but not even he could resist the charms of Natalie Bane and perhaps if miss Bane could remember anything of this moment after this little spell or potion wore off, then she might see Vincet in a much different light. The Romanov's brought a lot of clout and power with them wherever they went and as much as Natalie might despise Vincet, she could use him quite well to suite her own needs.

As the garment Natalie was wearing slipped from her shoulder, Vincet found himself drawn in even more. The way her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling a bit roughly, aroused him more as it appeared mister Romanov had a taste for the rougher style of pleasure. He grunted and smiled slightly as Natalie moved her head to the side, guiding him along the way.....to more enjoyable areas. Being out in the open like this wasn't even a thought for Vincet, for really, he wasn't the shy type nor much of one for modesty. His lips found Natalie's neck, kissing her lightly at first and then a bit more roughly as he then began to bite her, not forcibly of course, just enough to tease and play with her. A quick roll of his shoulders, let his jacket slid back and then off, falling to the ground as he left his shirt and whatever else to the lovely miss Bane.

[Natalie Bane]

Vincet didn't make any sort of protest at all to Natalie's next advances.. And actually on the contrary he let his jacket fall back off his shoulders and slip to the ground. Well, it was probably better if he didn't put up much of fight - not that she wouldn't have liked to be more aggressive in the challenge. But still Natalie just wasn't Natalie right now and with the right (or wrong) words she could buckle and break.

He bit at the soft skin of her neck, obviously occupied with what she was starting to offer him. And she let her fingers get back to undressing him, feeling his soft warm skin brushing against her fingertips and she moved further and further down the front of him. His vest was another obstacle but something so easily disposed of... surely unnecessary but not that much of a hindrance, for a moment she almost pushed it back - in hope of cooperation and the sudden loss of said clothing. However she wasn't finished and she barely had a peek of what was lurking beneath said sinful shelters.. His tie brushed against her fingers and she quickly tugged at the knot, pulling it open with very little difficulty to remove just a little more out of the way between them. After small details were out of the way she could finally focus on the.. almost .. final layer. Her fingers slipped back to the buttons with new found determination as he teased and toyed with her. When she reached the waist of his pants she pulled the shirt out without hesitation and lacking patience, after all there was nothing she wanted more now than him and she was the kind that liked things 'now'. It was when her fingers slipped just behind the waist of his pants and she felt that surge of heat, that warmth... an area much different than the rest of his body, well she froze, waiting for a moment before she let her finger slid against his soft skin again. She was so close to so many things, things that would surely give her just what she wanted... It just seemed so much all the sudden, however strangely it still seemed like she could never have enough. So with a slight moan and raspy breathing (which she had not noticed she had been holding for the last.. oh.. minute/minute and a half) she let her fingers slide around to the buckle of his belt, tugging at it and trying to blindly find which end to pull to make it release it's hold on him...

And as much as I'd like to say this whole instance has been all lovey dovey and that there were so many heart felt emotions involved.... Well, I am not going to lie. Sure it was special in it's own way, the passion she had always felt towards him redirected into a burning desire - a need. The way that she lost all reason and logic and the display of a somewhat said weakness as she clung to him and became absorbed in this moment. The 'Ice Queen' had indeed lost her cool, sharp edge. She showed so many emotions that she failed to display before, all revolving around wanting, needing, relying on another. Sure it may not be said fairy tale love but can you really say that it's lacks because it wasn't genuine? At this moment she believes that she loves him, you know - to the extent of her ability.. right now. She wasn't the kind that wanted to live and breath for another, she was very independent and self sufficient, somewhat being vain and .. well.. self absorbed. Then again you are responsible for your own happiness and trust was so hard to come by these days. You know.. perhaps Natalie can never truly love because she is such a dark and somewhat twisted creature. However there is surely a place in her life where something mocks the tender relationship, be it a feeling of ownership or possession.. or even infatuation on the borderline of some kind of (but less than) worship. I am just saying don't every expect her to fall for someone because of their heart.. or hers. She may experience something so close it could almost seem.. But I really don't think that she would every allow herself to become so needly of someone without being in love with her lust for power and their display of.. Hah, now that's not necessarily loving the person is it? It's what they get out of the relationship and what they get from it themselves.. But doesn't that apply to us all?

[Vincet Romanov]

Vincet had no mistake about the emotion which fueled both he and Natalie at the moment. Love was not an option, at least not for these two as their sights and goals didn't leave much room for such weak ideas. No, this moment was based on base desires and wants, even if Natalie's was driven more so by whatever magical malady affected her now. It was true that there were more socially perfect suitors for Natalie, but none of them would allow her to reach her full potential as Vincet would, after all, he was after power and in the end, none came close to possessing the strength and power that Natalie did, of course it helped that she possessed a body that wouldn't stop.

Natalie's attempts to remove the clothing which restricted Vincet went unhindered, but that didn't mean Vincet made it all too easy for her. He let her fumble with the buttons of his vest and shirt, smiling as he moved further and further down her neck, kissing every inch of her fair pale skin. As she found his belt buckle though, the entire realization of the situation he was in kicked into high gear. This wasn't some quick fling with one of the harlots at school, this was the real deal with someone so much more worthy of his time and attention. Natalie would be the one true piece of satisfaction he had had in a long time and if he was going to have her once, then he realized he would have to continue to have her, over and over again. This fact made him pause, his eyes rolling up and gazing at the hedge behind Natalie. Exactly how would Natalie be feeling once this spell she was under? No doubt she wouldn't be too happy and if he took advantage of her like this, she would undoubtedly would be pissed, but then again, if he didn't would she see him as weak and afraid to take what he wanted?

His lips moved across her collar bone now, his choice clearly made. Weakness and fear were not something Vincet Romanov showed nor gave a place to in his life, at least not where his personal agendas were concerned. He would take Natalie tonight, here and now and if she would hate him for it, well...she would eventually get over the whole ordeal, after all, she was to be a part of his life from here on out anyway, so why not enjoy what was offered. His fingers moved over the strap of her dress as her fingers moved over the top of his pants and rested against the warmth found there. He slowly brought her top down a bit more, too better see just what 'fruits' that his future wife had to offer. "I only take what you freely offer...," he whispered into her ear as he brushed his lips against her earlobe.

[Natalie Bane]

Yeah, well there was a little factor that was playing in this scene and I guess the best thing to call it is desperation. Natalie is under the impression that Vincet is all she could ever want - in a man. And right now she wanted to experience 'them' more than anything. Love wasn't a gift she was aptly blessed with so this could work out as a disadvantage for the poor boy. True, we don't know how she will react after this avada kedavra of logic - and more importantly pride, however.. there's also no way to measure the lengths she will go to while under it's spell to get what she wanted. Of course straight up violence wouldn't work because at the moment she... adored him. She wanted him but she also was [for some reason] thinking of possible percussions for them in the future... You know, in between the times where her mind was locked onto his body and the abilities of... When she stopped to steady her breathing.

Still he didn't stop her from taking any of his clothes off and she bite the inside of her lip in excitement as he began kissing her collar bone again. Her mind swam, spun around.. not caring where she was or what she was doing as long as she didn't crash. She was high in lust as all she could think about was a bigger dose. Here she had him, Vincet Romanov - the man of her dreams.. I mean what wasn't to love about him? He was so rugged under the surface.. only lightly polished with sophistication. Still that was a sign he was willing to get his hands dirty, do the things that pretty boys wouldn't be willing to do and it would take just that to start to satisfy her. The real question is why does she {really} hate him? I mean in actuality... there would be no need to, except her total lack of control in this situation...

She gave a slight gasp, tugging at his dark hair as he teased her, kissing her skin lightly right before he pulled the front of her dress down a little more. The slight breeze blew across her sensitive flesh, sending this creeping - tickling - taunting feeling slithering up her spine and leaving her with this hunger for more. Just a slight brush against her senses when it felt as if her whole life depended on, well... what she didn't know.

His words drew her from this state of zombified utopia and she caught her breath pulling back to look at him. His dark eyes were cold as usual, that slight sense of edge that made her want to test her limits - feel that sting that brought about satisfaction the way that pain pleasure only could. His words.. were mildly important. She wasn't giving herself.. she was throwing herself upon him, right? I mean in the most eloquent way possible..

A smile crept across her lips and she so boldly spoke before .. whatever may have been able to stop her interceded (hey the potion gives you a feeling of love but it doesn't promise a full transformation). "Vincet you talk too much." And yeah.. he was at the moment. She didn't want him pussyfooting around her, she wanted him to show the same determination, the same hunger and power she possessed. You know, maybe... down the road this would work out better for them. "Quit wasting time and take it.. Show me you're able to claim what you desire.." namely said the world.. because we all know that Natalie wants it.. in a round about complicated, simple way.

[Vincet Romanov]

Vincet had had enough of all this playing and toying around, enough of this little cat and mouse game he and Natalie had been playing at for years. Everything in his life had either been given to him or he had simply taken it, either by force or my subtle manipulations, so now he guessed it, was Natalie's turn. She was to be his anyway, so why not just speed things up a bit and take what she offered? Sure he was a bit skeptical about jumping at the bait so quickly and the fact that Natalie seemed to be influenced by some other outside source (other than the usual greed and lust), but right now.....that was all becoming a minor problem. Dealing with Natalie would take every ounce of forceful behavior he had and staying one step ahead of her was going to be perhaps the most challenging act he had ever done, for you see, Natalie Bane was a predator and as such, she craved power and riches....a combination which Vincet had no doubt would leave him in more than a few precarious situations. Obtaining such wealth and power often meant sacrificing things around you and much like himself, Natalie wouldn't think twice about tossing any supposed 'loved' one aside for personal gain.

Showing Natalie he was fully capable of claiming anything he desired wasn't going to be a problem and from the things he had seen her indulge in (the darker and more painful things life had to offer), during their time spent together at school and home. He knew Natalie liked a rough hand and taking her was perhaps just what he needed to do in order to secure a foothold with her, establishing himself as the dominant in this relationship (although we all know Natalie doesn't always do as she's told). With a firm hand held against the side of Natalie's neck, Vincet pulled her with him as he backed toward a stone bench placed next to the tall hedgerow, a rather confident smirk on his face for he knew just what he was going to do to his lovely bride. He swung her around, putting the bench at her back now and ran his hand across her hip, pulling her skirt up to reveal the fair flesh which hid there as well. His strong fingers soon found the lacy undergarments which kept all of her from him and with enough force gave way as he pulled them free of her, ripping them. Pulling her roughly against him once again, Vincet let her intoxicating smell fill his senses, closing his eyes for a moment to drown in this pleasure as well, letting his instincts take over fully. "You will be mine Natalie Bane...," he said as he slowly opened his eyes, his thumb now running across her lips, "...Every...last ounce of you," he said just before kissing her again, leaning her back this time and moving his other hand down to her exposed breasts.